Journey to the West: Please, Stop Planting Peaches

"The truth? What truth?"

Seeing that Zhong Xuan didn't do anything to him, King Tang became more courageous.

He lined up Yuchi Jingde, Cheng Yaojin and the others who were standing in front of him.

He sat up straight and looked at Zhong Xuan.

"Haha, you are really pitiful when you wait for someone to take advantage of you and don't even know it!"

Zhong Xuan said with pity. ,

Now all the human races, except that he himself can jump out of the Three Realms, is not in the Five Elements, and is not controlled by those saints. ,

The other, that is not the subject of enslavement.

"Huh? I would like to hear Mr.'s opinion. How can I be used by others as the [-]th Five-year-old?"

Tang Wang was quite dissatisfied, and his identity was not that immortal god.

He is also the king of this world.

The Quartet comes to North Korea, and the eight directions come to congratulate.

How did you become an exploited idiot?

"Forget it, let's show you a picture!"

Zhong Xuan stretched out his hand a little in the void.

Previously in the ancient starry sky, the picture that the ghost of the human race saw.

He selected some and passed them on to King Tang and the (good) courtiers who filled the palace.

A picture flashed by.

Lifelike and dizzying.

The scenery in front of them is that the human race lived in the tribe before.

The scene of sunrise and sunset.

At that time, the human race was not as gorgeous as it is now.

They wear animal skirts, and the utensils in their hands are still made of stone.

However, even so, the entire human race has developed extremely rapidly.

Countless tribes began to rise.

However, the good times did not last long, just when people finished their day's work and were ready to go back to rest.

Suddenly, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds.

Looking up, King Tang and a group of ministers were almost not scared to death.

It wasn't a dark cloud at all in the sky, it was a monster clan that was so huge that it was impossible to count.

They look weird and have everything.

There is a tiger's head on it.

The lower body looks like a human race.

They were extremely brutal, and when they saw the human race, they grabbed them and threw them in their mouths.

Gaba Gaba chewed, and blood was left along the corners of these monsters' mouths.

"Hahaha~~ The flesh of the human race can really enhance the cultivation base, I will eat them all today!"

Next to it, a wolf-headed demon clan tore the belly of a pregnant lady.

Throw the little life that has never come to this world directly into your mouth.

He also laughed at the tiger-headed demon clan and said, "You idiot, only the children of the human race are the most delicious and provide the most innate spiritual energy."

They laughed wildly and broke into the human tribe to slaughter.

Countless human races screamed in despair.

But these monsters were indifferent.

The humans who wield stones to make weapons are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the monsters.

At this time, the screen turned claw.

Some human races saw that the demon race was aggressive, and hurriedly ran to the holy elephants enshrined in the tribe.

Kneeling in front of the holy icon, he prayed, "Our Lady of Nuwa, the demon race murders, please save my human race!"

However, no matter how the humans kowtowed and prayed.

The icon is always like a stone. .

Chapter 150

The desperate Terran has not waited for the saint to respond. ,

It was swallowed by the wolf-headed demon clan who broke in later.

During the Fengshen period, she was extremely angry with King Zhou who wrote verses in Nuwa Temple.

At this moment, the wolf-headed demon clan broke into the Nuwa Temple.

She ate the Terran on the spot, but she was able to calmly turn a blind eye.

Some people went to the temple of the sect leader Taishang to pray.

Again, these people did not get a response.

As soon as it got dark, the tiger-headed demon clan tore its head off its neck.

anger! ! !

Seeing here, those ministers and Tang Wang.

I felt a nameless anger burning in my chest.

They really want to enter it and lead the army to kill all these cannibal monsters.

Even, he wanted to help those human children who fled in panic.

I want to help the human child who fell to the ground in a panic.

But none of them can.

In the end, countless human races know that it is useless to ask anyone.

No one will respond to them.

So they took up arms and began to resist.

However, the effect is minimal.

In the end, it could only be turned into full of grief and anger, and died in the mouth of the demon clan.

The boundless human races gathered, and now in the southern part of the continent, the Huashan, the Taishang and the Central Plains.

All the human races are dead.

The corpses are scattered all over the field like a forest.

Blood flowed all over the place.

The earth was dyed red with blood, and the setting sun showed a strange poignant beauty.

At this point, the screen ends.

Everyone recovered from Zhong Xuan's spell. ,

"How does it feel?"

Zhong Xuan looked at King Tang whose chest was heaving with anger.

"I... I feel extremely powerless. In the face of such enemies, what can my army do?"

Tang Wang looked at his hands.

This pair of hands that have experienced countless battles.

Even a single hair of those monsters can't be pulled.

Powerless!

Tang Wang resented himself, why he was so weak.

He could only watch the human race helplessly, being bullied and devoured by monsters.

"Yes, but your army can't do anything, because you are too weak!"

Everyone was silent.

Rao is Wei Zheng, the first troll of the Tang Dynasty, and at this moment, he also feels that something is blocking his throat.

Can't say any words.

"Weak! My human race is really weak!"

Tang Wang laughed at himself.

He thought that his Tang army had conquered the surrounding kingdoms.

Who knows, there are such things in this world.

Any one can destroy his country.

"Sir, please teach Shimin to become stronger!"

King Tang bowed deeply to Zhong Xuan.

At this time, a person suddenly broke into the hall.

It was Yuan Tiangang who had just been carried down, and at this moment he was full of blood and resurrected.

In good spirits.